Food Poem – Gravy by Raymond Carver

Today’s Food Poem by Raymond Carver uses gravy to describe feelings of gratitude, the extra sauce of life. Carver is such a master of little things and moments. Maybe it’ll add to your “gravy” today. Enjoy! No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy. Gravy, these past ten years. Alive, sober, working,…

Food Poem – The Scent of Apple Cake by Marge Piercy

Yet another benefit to baking: “to make sweetness where there is none.”  I also loved the part about the sweetness of babies before “their wills sprouted like mushrooms.” Hope you enjoy the poem as I do! My mother cooked as drudgery the same fifteen dishes round and round like a donkey bound to a millstone…

Food Poem – Nurse by Dorianne Laux

Here is a strange poem connecting a nurse’s day to her dinner at home and her children. It celebrates the body mediated by a mom, a nurse through a combination of gory details of hurt bodies and everyday details of a spaghetti dinner menu. How does your dinner tonight connect to your day and your…

Food Poem – The First Green of Spring by David Budbill

This is the perfect poem for today, Amani’s birthday. Happy 22nd Birthday my baby.  May we all celebrate “this green, this life.” Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold, this sweet first green of spring. Now sautéed in a pan melting to a deeper green than ever they were alive, this green, this…

Food Poem- Hamburger Heaven by Ronald Wallace

In this poem, we see food as a marker of time and place to be loved and envied, Hamburger Heaven. What might be your “Hamburger Heaven”? Tonight we find them again, parked under the stars (no one ever eats inside in Heaven), beeping the tired carhop with her pageboy and mascara for a paper boat…

Food Poem- Room Service English Muffins by Kim Dower

When we travel we tend to notice the details, the fine print, the hidden salt and pepper shakers, better. We allow ourselves to break our own patterns and habits, we allow ourselves to try new things and accept deviations like butter on our English muffin, we allow a different world. This poem captures the sense…

Food-Yoga-Writer Poem: Sweater by Jane Hirshfield

My new borrowed mantra: “You cannot write until you know how to inhabit your own experience” is from Jane Hirshfield. According to today’s Writer’s Almanac, she practiced Zen Buddhism for 8 years before returning to poetry. Happy Birthday Ms. Hirshfield!  This is her poem, Sweater.  I hope to be “lengthened by unmetaphysical pullings on” like…